I was sitting peacefully at my computer when I heard a rumble of thunder. The sound was so low that I was not certain whether what I heard was actually thunder or not. I immediately went to the living room and asked the boys if they heard anything, but as they were all plugged in, their replies that they did not held very little weight. I started doubting myself even more, especially since the weather forecast had absolutely nothing about possible rain (although, it said the same thing about yesterday, and we still had a cloudburst).
It was as we were about to go outside for our daily exercise--in fact, just as Connor went out--that the heavens parted and the downpour began. A couple slow rolls of thunder convinced me that I hadn't been hearing things before, and that we should not exercise outside ... well, at all--I accept excuses rather easily. I was a little concerned that our outdoor Chatty Catholics meeting was going to be a little wetter than I would like. Thankfully, the weather largely cooperated--even if we heard thunder then too.
In a primal way, I love and am in awe of thunderstorms. However, while they were a regular occurance when we lived in Michigan, years can pass by here before I hear, let alone see, one (despite the thunder, I saw no accompanying lightning). While I kind of miss them in a nostalgic sort of sense, I don't miss the power outages and other worries that they would bring. In truth, I really prefer our slighter, if more unpredictable, rain showers of the Kenai over the massive, powerful storms that often sweep through Michigan.
Still, it was kind of nice to hear some thunder again.
It was as we were about to go outside for our daily exercise--in fact, just as Connor went out--that the heavens parted and the downpour began. A couple slow rolls of thunder convinced me that I hadn't been hearing things before, and that we should not exercise outside ... well, at all--I accept excuses rather easily. I was a little concerned that our outdoor Chatty Catholics meeting was going to be a little wetter than I would like. Thankfully, the weather largely cooperated--even if we heard thunder then too.
In a primal way, I love and am in awe of thunderstorms. However, while they were a regular occurance when we lived in Michigan, years can pass by here before I hear, let alone see, one (despite the thunder, I saw no accompanying lightning). While I kind of miss them in a nostalgic sort of sense, I don't miss the power outages and other worries that they would bring. In truth, I really prefer our slighter, if more unpredictable, rain showers of the Kenai over the massive, powerful storms that often sweep through Michigan.
Still, it was kind of nice to hear some thunder again.
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